dear_mun | (no subject)

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So, you want to play. Sure, fine, I could be up for that. First, though, and don't take this the wrong way, but I really do need to know: What exactly are you planning?

I could refuse to cooperate. I'm very good at that.

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[Oh, good, Anders is kissing him; there's one worry gone for the moment, at least, and Hawke kisses him back with conviction, determined to reinforce his words with this gesture.]

[so he can just lean into that manly chest, then? Oh good. He could get used to this.]

I still can't shake the feeling this is a bad idea.

[He can indeed lean into Hawke's manly chest. Hawke will just wrap his arms around him when he does.]

We'll work it out.

[After all, they already have once, before. ;w;]

[that's a very nice and manly chest indeed. Have you been working out, Hawke?]

You usually do get what you want.

[Working out? Oh, no, nothing like that...he just gets a lot of exercise, you know?]

Not always. Just sometimes.

[killing templars is the best exercise]

Then that's even less reason for me to deny you this.

[and Justice can go stfu]

[And slavers, and raiders, and bandits, and...]

This is something we both want. [After the shaky start to their conversation, and after Anders' revelations, it's a relief to be able to say that and know it's the truth.]

How can you always sound so confident?

Because I have a lot of conviction. Especially where you're concerned.

[WHICH IS SAYING SOMETHING when you consider the events of Act III. B|]

I'll have to ask you where that came from later.

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